Bring Back Pluto Lyrics

And then there were eight
Just like that (just like that)

Bring back Pluto

In the beginning it was Larbge Marge sent me a bet
empty the rent if you can double-park the garbage barge gently
The moon took a second mortgage on the seventh house
Jupiter ain't talked to Mars, he felt the host of rovers sold him out

Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma cloud
Solar boy eloped with couch, choking on older polaroids
Motormouth chauffer the golden molar toy
Gophers yoke a fish out of water, ir grows lungs and multiplies
Idols, once soldering a perfect union
it is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends
So if mutiny ensues, the aloof is assumed nuisance
The clue is in his vacancy, the proof is in his goosebumps
Maroon the traitors expecting anchors of edelweiss
who later learned it may actually be safer to play with knives
I show up late looking Project Grizzly
Two bowies, a third for throwing, an accomplished dickweed
Nothing nada nil, I stuff a lotta pill of gut
Whats the proper rules on stuffing hostages in trucks?
He'll be numb enough to chill before the choppers spill the blood
But if I'm not?

Hmmm...

Fuck it. Plug him, Warpy got his goddamn groove back
Jet-setting on-spec with a dead The eddy on the roof-rack
And miscreants will ribberneck jalopy euthenasia
which will later be regretted when it's your turn for cremation
And I walk like early man, freak a little witch hunt
Gathering the carnies and exploiting every stigma
The malformed oddities amongst sovereignty's normal
shall abuse every vice you can imagine right before you

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All I thought of was the cloven hoof
then how the click-click-clop over the woven roofs
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now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
In the meantime, (nine) minus (one) left (eight)
In the meantime, (nine) minus (one) left (eight)
In the meantime, (nine) minus (one) left (eight)
We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune

Bring back Pluto

They're gonna want his milk money next

Stare into the glowing eye of Cerberus and grow
Authoritative laminates will not repel the quarantined alone
All the towns simply know the coke machine as home
when they sit and hope the ovaltine the nobles drink is strong
Couples only roller rink with soul to kiss your chicken to
before they wiggle mittens through the pillory to ridicule
And you can hear the iron maidens lock, or see the town crier's ankles stock chained up to the tanker truck
A is up early, ring and run, thank you much
document a little of the underbelly for buck
Hey, I walk as the hype of the city gossip, meaning every dumpster-diver's got a vomit of a comment, like
"You ain't shit, this ain't ill"
This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still
This a corpse full of pills trying to sit still and build
'cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell
Babylon goggles, gawk for the Galvetron coppers
Tugboats salvage all fossils
I'll be shepherd when the whirlybirds deny the lepers doctors
If I'm not?

Hmmm...

Fuck it. The terrible metal hacking seeds up
As American as ski up off the plastic d-cup (yup)
You'd think Charlie Brown was weatherman how I zig-zag around these yellowbacks for peanuts
In a baggy stomach lining attached to the bums in hiding sits the morals every outing would slide to refine his grinding
When the freakishly disfigured have been triggered to surround you,
you will live inside the actual second they let the hounds loose

(repeat hook)